Jocelyn thought that a brief demonstration was in order, so she didn't put any massage oil on her hands at that point; it would just get the girl's bra messy and not serve any purpose. She lingered for a moment, savoring the smooth and youthful skin of Cheyenne's back, and admired the gentle angles of her shoulder blades.

She let her hands descend slowly on the blonde's lower back, like a mist that covered the ground in the early morning before sunrise. When they finally touched the girl's warm skin, she felt a shiver, causing her to leave her hands still for a moment.

"Now, a good massage is like...